Chapter 1617

In fact, in addition to Mingkun face a little thin, and before no difference.

The situation is stable. Many instruments have been removed. Now he is lying there quietly. As doctor Zhenfang said, he just fell asleep, immersed in his dream and refused to wake up.

As soon as Yan Xiaoshu sat down beside his hospital bed, a nurse came in and took water and a towel to help Mingkun clean his face.

"I'll do it."

"This..."

The nurse was invited after Yan Xiaoshu left. I also know Yan Xiaoshu's identity. As a nurse, how can I give my work to the first lady with my salary?

The nurse refused, but Yan Xiaoshu insisted.

"It's OK. Let me do it."

The nurse had no choice but to hand the towel to Yan Xiaoshu, but he didn't dare to leave. Instead, he stood aside, waiting for Yan Xiaoshu to wipe it, and then handed over the clean new towel.

Mrs. Yan, who has talked with Dr. Fang about Mingkun's follow-up treatment problems, just came to the ward and saw the picture of her daughter taking good care of her and helping Mingkun clean her face and hands.

"Yan..."

Doctor Fang was about to speak when Mrs. Yan raised her hand to interrupt. She just stood there and looked at her daughter's face.

Lack of sleep, she has a clear layer of dark circles under her eyes, but the whole person is more energetic than before. Not only that, her mouth is smiling, and her eyes are full of love.

Such a picture, even if Mingkun coma in bed, is still so warm.

"Mom, you're here."

Hand the dirty towel to the nurse. Yan Xiaoshu gets up and greets the ward door.

"Well, just now my mother talked with Dr. Fang. Dr. Fang is still very confident in Ming Kun's rehabilitation treatment. You, don't think about anything else during this period. Cooperate with Dr. Fang well and try your best to assist them in the treatment of Ming Kun."

Even if Mrs. Yan doesn't say that, Yan Xiaoshu will certainly do the same.

Now hear mother say so, don't know how, nose is a sour.

She dropped her head and tears began to flow.

"Silly girl."

Mrs. Yan patted her on the shoulder. "I'm not afraid that Dr. Fang will laugh at you."

Yan Xiaoshu just looked up and noticed that doctor Fang, who was closely behind Mrs. Yan, was in a hurry and nodded to doctor Fang.

"Dr. Fang."

"Well, Xiao Shu, you are ready to go to doctor Fang's office and listen to their treatment plan for Mingkun. Let me take care of him for the time being."

As Mrs. Yan said this, she stepped into the ward and stretched out her arm to pick up the towel from the nurse.

Yan Shirong is a favorite wife. In Yan Xiaoshu's world, in recent decades, her mother has been basically ten fingers free, OK!

Where can she take care of people!

Besides, even if it's to take care of them, it's their younger generation. It's to take care of their elders.

Busy to stop, "Mom, not much, or I wipe over and then in the past."

But Mrs. Yan refused, "the child's temperament has changed, isn't it? Doctor Fang is so busy that he can't make people wait for you. "

"But..."

"All right, let's go."

At this time, the nurse came forward with a look and said, "Miss Yan, you can go without worry. I'm here. Madam, just sit down and have a rest. As an elder, they are not at ease to take care of the younger. "

The nurse's words were reasonable. Looking at her daughter's guilt, Mrs. Yan simply gave up.